Dark, late, rain. Bad combination. If Emilia hadn’t been dwelling on the combination as she dashed across Hyde Park, she wouldn’t have turned left instead of right at the Marble Arch exit. But her feet ached from shoes that weren’t…

Jim was lost. That’s a problem with London suburbs: there’s so much of them that no matter how well you think you know your way around, it only takes one wrong turn and you stumble into one of the gaps…